Fresh Deadly Roses

<br>Written by chris cornell<br><br><br><br>Id cry enough rain<br><br>To wash your garden away<br><br>But Im dry as stone<br><br>So your trees wash away like veins<br><br>But Ive been know to<br><br>Take a blow, and I know<br><br>How fair your garden grows<br><br>With, fresh deadly roses<br><br>Fresh deadly roses<br><br><br><br><br><br>You laid all your lilies on the grave<br><br>Of all the lonely<br><br>Soldiers you left battle torn<br><br>You cut their pride<br><br>On your concertina, that surrounds<br><br>Fresh deadly roses<br><br>Fresh deadly roses<br><br><br><br><br><br>Now I know just how it feels<br><br>To see my love congeal<br><br>Under your razor heel, and your<br><br>Fresh deadly roses<br><br>You gave me fresh deadly roses<br><br>You gave me the birds in your trees<br><br>Buzzing around disease<br><br>And leaves growing blood hungry leeches<br><br>And your fresh deadly roses<br><br>You gave me fresh deadly roses<br><br><br><br><br><br>One, two, three, four<br><br>More thorns in my side<br><br>Each little wound<br><br>Is getting harder to hide<br><br>Hard to swallow<br><br>Id love to make you<br><br>Mine to break your<br><br>Fresh deadly roses<br><br>You gave me fresh deadly roses